sruty_dey

Fleeting in my heart, vent out through ny eyes.

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  • sruty_dey 3d

    Somedays I'm just done being the -
    "I understand" - kind of person I am.
    No I don't.
    Rather, why would I want to?
    Do you?
    Somedays I'm just done being the-
    "Hey, are you okay? You alright?"- kind of person I am.
    Do you bother catching me up yourself?
    Yes, you will charge me - being cold as freezing snow-
    " We didn't ask you to be nice, you should have not done that in the first place."
    Well , true.
    These have become a part of me, as much as,
    My skin, my voice, my thoughts are.
    None of us, like all of ourselves.
    We vent.
    Oh sorry, what nonsense did I just write?
    ©sruty_dey

  • sruty_dey 5w

    What am I? A true question that resonates within me. I won't find what I am until I discover myself, truly. As of now, my passion guides me. My mind connects me with the world. The moment I get to know what I am, I'll become a whole. True to myself?

  • sruty_dey 5w

    I'm an old soul with an ever curious inner child. Also a romantic who wishes life were musical. I have an insatiable thirst for knowledge, irrepressible interest in the field that raises my level of self-awareness, thought pattern, financial literacy, tricks of the trade, mind empowerment, leadership, personal development, strategy, negotiation, life coaching and could invigorate the skill attributes that I have continuously worked hard and developed through investing time, effort and money.
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  • sruty_dey 5w

    I am a soul. I am a freezing receptacle of a light, a fire burning. I am human and a paradox. I am the hesitant little sparrow that's about to jump off a tree branch. I am the tired body lying on a bed. I am a happy . I am one of this world's eyes, a witness, a whisperer of wishes, a tear of pain and screams of confusion of what it all means. I used to be nothing but now I feel I am something. And I'm content.
    ©sruty_dey

  • sruty_dey 7w

    Who of us , aren't empty deep within?
    Trust me, loneliness haunts every next soul.
    Running away from it, ain't a destination.
    Personal experiences are intangible.
    The dark depth of mine may be vague to you.
    Things that have broke me over the years,
    May seem a trifle to you, but darling,
    You never know what your opposite,
    Is through each second.
    I have laughed with those - on verge of
    A mental breakdown without a hint,
    Next day, heard about them, taking a step, too grave.
    Be kind, one shoe doesn't fit all.
    ©sruty_dey

  • sruty_dey 9w

    Everyday the sun sets,
    Tracing the tangerine bluish silhouette,
    To awaken admist the heart of the broken-
    Worn out lyres of his longings,
    Darkness melts in depth of soul,
    In the fringes of the shut eyelids-
    Flashes memories of the gone ;
    Compels the gray to believe -
    Sleep is a luxury.
    ©sruty_dey

  • sruty_dey 9w

    I'm just another one who adjusts,
    Who accepts things as they are -
    So that she doesn't loose the little she has.
    In aspirations of changing things around,
    She changes herself, her thoughts, her feelings.
    We tend to get attached to things,
    We don't own,
    What we achieve thus?
    A dubious state - where we are not entitled to ask and have, neither are we able to loose and leave.
    We all have been here, once , atleast.
    ©sruty_dey

  • sruty_dey 21w

    Being an extrovert, the world shutting down,
    All of a sudden, turned unbearable.
    I felt I was losing a part of me -
    I miss being called by name,
    Hugging my pals randomly,
    Spreading buffet during recess.
    For a touchy - feelly person,
    Everything boiled down to screens.
    Just screens.
    The feel of loneliness creeps in often,
    And all I can do at times -
    is to pick up the same screen -
    Connect the idiots of my life.
    ©sruty_dey

  • sruty_dey 21w

    Reference : Veronica is a moderately invasive species. When looked closely it is actually pretty to be admired thus referred to "one person's weed , another person's wildflower"

    XII.

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    Against the prussian blue cover
    Of Veronica unfurling,
    I found the beauty of vulnerability,
    Wildflowers expect not even bare minimum,
    Yet grows out to be the fullest scape.
    Sunshines, storms
    Survived it all.
    Untamed, is just another form of beauty.
    ©sruty_dey

  • sruty_dey 21w

    Moments dipping in me,
    Hollowed inside,
    My face, a fading grin.
    These noises in my head,
    Restlessness in my bed,
    Crawling up from beneath,
    All my clumsy fears.
    On the edge of my window,
    I tie my hopes with a thread,
    Trade it for eternity,
    Let it glow in obscurity.
    ©sruty_dey